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PIG AND THE INEBRIATE 2 (long version) friends WITH A HOG One evening last October, when I was far from sober And dragging home a load with manly pride My feet began to stutter and I fell down in the gutter And a pig came up and parked right by my side Then I mumbled, "It's fair weather when good comrades get together" Till a lady passing by was heard to say, "You can tell a man that boozes by the playmates that he chooses" Then the pig got up and slowly walked away I began to scratch the gravel, on my all fours I did travel I rambled down the road the best I could When I awoke next morning, just as the day was dawning I was in a hog pen away out in the woods Then the hogs began to grumble, I started and I stumbled I fell right in their midst and there I lay Then one by one they started, till all the herd departed Yes, every hog got up and walked away Now lately I've been thinking that I will quit my drinking I'm going to leave off whiskey, beer and grog For there's no consolation, but only aggravation You can't even find friends with a hog @drink @animal printed in Folksongs of the Blue Ridge Mountains collected from John Daniel Vass, who may have written the last 3 verses filename[ PIGINEB2 SOF |
The Pig and the Inebriate |
